fh: if.' m . k Hr 11 J it, who** purehaar had at «>ru- * a bon* at <^>nt«*ntion in th<- the taM^y tk After a while Jo* ehterped from the bedroom, clean, and dre—ed ■ whit* tin Green bar household, 'll had c^it 5 i scab I* chunk oat of a Month’s hak- cbsek. But Jo* mast lisa up to the SCry His mother was Standi** by th* table with her * lasses pused up bu I hat forehead. She gianoeri U p from the table, which she was Hearing ’‘Well, well, you dif look niea, aon.” “It’s a face that only ■ a mother could love," Joe recited. But he didn't haheee j “Nancy aeema to Bke it" ‘‘Well, good night. Mom. I'm going.'* Joe kissed his amllmr sad left the house. As he drove into s filling stg* tion he noted that the ear next to his had a Texas Aggie sticker on the bark. He got out of the car to get a drink of water* A boy jumped out of the other car and came running over to Joe. “Well if it isn’t old Preacher Green As their car dreve at his watch and whistled. He jumped Mb'car and in If! iff, Joe looked a few moments Ma Nancy?" Joe at aft." you mad?" traffic light into he wan in 'front of ths .Critt 1 and tMUraaked in breathlessly "What’s the matter, asked, as' he started "Oh, nothing, “WeH, then, why Joe glanced up at and looked back at N "I don’t see — " 1 Crash ! ! ! 1 VKihmrr wax a r^staei, tinkling glass, Joe’s mind became Automatically he ca»*, Bent fenders whisM. pa.vcheck! A Dad " bat woe Joe tur^md back to thought. , somewhat cenfessed of Nancy. On September room nriorodply, the noises of'old fi “Chester Endyke. you son of a gun! What are you lading’ around here?" ^Wh-anfre on our way to Jeffen- sotrrflla." J ; il ♦ h J. Another boy came out of the car and slapped Joe on the back. ’’Hello, Jack! .1 haren ’t seen you since Final Review!" “How you doing. Joe?” For a few minutes there was a mixture of talking and laughing until ' MlMr ? QmAJf settled down to talking {one at a time. “Say, boys." said Jack, “let’s get a bottle of beer.” ’’Now, Jack," said Cheater, “yog know Joe here ha*n>l indulged sine* he met his Nancy. She’s flat got him line. Why that’s where he got i me ’Preabher’.*’ 44 Ia'that right, Joe?" said Jack. •’We^ITTyoe replied. “Aw, hell, let’s go get jiha out* bottle anyway, I'm sere that won’t hurt iglgthtag-'* “Now, you’re talking, Joe.” They walked across the. street *o a small, shoddy place advertising "Beer on Tap." A nickelodeon blared faith with Basin Street Blues. Just aa Joe was entering the beer joint. Sally Holt rode by. "Why that’s Jo* Green bar!" Sally rapturously exclaimed. “Going into that awful pined too! Ill bet Nancy! would shin him alive! Let’s go home, See. right now.” Joe, urrworned because unknowing, was telling his friends good by. i: EC EMBER u, 1938 MK Bp Twisted month's another. A wither “Phooey," said dov. window on the cumf feriot campus, thought wouldn't see him V>r Well. h< gh here!” ne a few days ysieal exam- military walked up to' “A freshman for you. post- one ef those An hour later Joe fragged hie way i iu across the campus. What it jlife— Color blind! Joe fell like seme sort of a cripple. No more drilling, though, anyway. He walked into his room and picked up he letter. “Dear Jo*:" His temp*rat ire dropped a$ one* “If you will just and’ tell me truly I drunk that night, letting bygone* be just hadn't hit that sider your story ipotogin- again at you weren’t might consider If you I might con* about merely . *J 4i of beer. You know right through a rad Ho rever I’ll atiB over- vipr that night” Nancy. litter over again. He five times and this literary labors and ar- Well, he knew bow that red light, could be Squared even with Nancy once again be on Nanry’s list. The prominent ami n town would once final ly Joe's girl, rlhne I. A funny look stole tort of light in fact, pen and began to \ f are light. I don't deserve drus k that night. Filthy real y drunk most of |he love it! Yesterday, I knd so that’s the mili ary. career! In fact tomorrow. I )roc r seif-sacrifice. You are too gbod for me and Mr. Critt is too. left!’* ad for the and may you both He red’ better boy friend! U. MT i i thought of Mrs. Critt. she had given him those dfcfunfuj plying looks. He pick ed up hi > pun; aid wrote. “P. 8. Give H to your Moth- will understand." t etter to a freshman o4t luxuriously on his his feet oh his fWWhr.J >1 / said Joe to no on**' • I my love er; I beAfv* room mar <’*[ roommaie’s Heap k ¥1 iw w coffee.? turned up with this | bb the Other morning, the freshman class alter schools, there American boys and one y wlio ate atj the same [it|ni